Papyrus x Reader- Oneshot Booklet ?

Though change was necessary for survival, and some changes were good, adjusting to it was more than difficult. The world seemed to run on change, people changing their appearance, personality, speech, actions, minds... things were constantly under the impression that some work had to be done. Things were always being edited. Always being "fixed", when sometimes, nothing was broken to begin with.

Papyrus never had understood the appeal. Sure, change also led to important things that would lead up to wonderful occurrences. But why couldn't the process at least be more gradual? It was not healthy for somebody to be shoved quickly into some monumental new alteration, something that they didn't have a say in.

The Underground had been Papyrus's home for as long as he could remember. He never knew the Surface world, and from the way it sounded, he didn't exactly have interest in it. Monsters told him often how extravagant it was, with the skies and wind and the sun on your body, the fresh seasons and vibrant colours and all sorts of things to explore...

It was all so overwhelming. He found comforts in the simple ways of the Underground, the small communities and close friends. Neighbors felt like a family, and even celebrities were familiar.

There was no questioning what things were. There were no feelings of being a tiny, compacted vessel on a bustling, lively Earth. The Underground was all he knew, and the thought that he was suddenly a part of something larger terrified him.

Papyrus and Sans had stayed their first couple nights at a hotel near Mount Ebott. The other monsters were there, too, but the strange and fascinating setting felt oddly cold. Humans wandered about the establishment randomly, everything describing them unpredictable.

Some humans were nice, while others were gritty. They would spit at the monsters, making them feel attacked and insecure. Yet none of them seemed to be as bothered as Papyrus. He couldn't cluster the humans, he couldn't organize them. Not one looked the same, and not one acted the same. Unlike monsters, there was only one very vague species. Human.

And despite Frisk, he was uncertain how to feel about them all.

The brothers were lying in their hotel beds, heavy sheets shoving them against the mattresses. The pillows were fluffy like marshmallows, providing comfort yet little support. Even with the heater spewing out warmth, Papyrus's teeth chattered uncontrollably. The curtains over the window were drawn back, pale moonlight polishing the dark room with a bluish glow. Sans's back was turned from Papyrus's bed as he faced the open window, presumably gazing dreamily out the stars and city lights.

Papyrus did find the sky absolutely stunning, especially at night. Sans used to explain to him what stars were like, and now that he could finally see them with his own eyes, he was shocked. Their beauty could never be fully captured in words. He didn't blame his brother for falling instantly in love.

"... Sans?" Papyrus spoke, tears already masking his vision. He blinked frantically, embarrassed at the sudden outcome.

"mhm?" Sans's voice was deep, filling the silence with a rumbling hum.

He gawked his mouth, trying to form words.

"... what's wrong?" His brother asked, turning over slightly.

"N-nothing's wrong!" Papyrus rushed out defensively, adding, "I just... can't sleep!"

"oh." Sans hesitated, probably sensing the tension. "yeah, me too. a lot has happened these past few days."

It had been a busy time for all. Frisk was faced with many duties already as the monster ambassador, and the stress refracted onto everybody in return.